SEYCHELLES
4½ hour flight between Dubai and Seychelles on Emirate Airlines, which is nothing after the first part of the journey. Still, nothing but water down there. . .
There aren’t many people who can say they go to the Seychelles on business, but I do enjoy being different. Just like many people wouldn’t say they were absolutely bored out of their gourd--if indeed my body contains gourds--in this beach paradise. On the other hand, there’s gotta be at least one other person in the world who hates beaches. . .
The parts that aren’t beach are mostly jungle, and we all know how I feel about that, so I stuck to town. I also get seasick, so kept boat trips to a minimum. Didn’t get sick on either one, but then the waters were so smooth I was actually able to do a lot of writing on the borrowed company laptop. And even though I’m afraid of heights, the float plane was a lot easier to handle.
After days of sunrise shoots, I can’t believe how much pleasure I took in waking up at nine. You’d think it was noon! My mornings after those shoots consisted of having breakfast on the balcony--mostly fruits, dammit!--surfing the internet and trying to learn to play a roll-up keyboard while watching blonde German models frolicking in the surf--which is 80 degrees at 8AM--. . .okay, that last part didn’t hurt as much.
Darn, I missed the Miss Seychelles competition by 3 days! But I am so glad I was asleep for the UCLA-BYU game!
Before you ask why there’s no photos, here’s the dealio: I took my three work cameras on this trip, not leaving enough room for my digital. So that film is sent back to Germany and I never see it. I did ask to see them this time, so I may get some e-mails, but I’m not counting on it.
The last night I had a momentary crisis of faith--no, not the religious kind--when the prettiest of the blonde German models told me, “Maybe I should just go with you to El Ay. I haven’t seen the Pacific Ocean in a while, and I want to make sure it’s still there.”
I gazed at the ocean instead of her; both she and the ocean gazed back. . .
